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[PM has been doing her best to avoid everyone this week. Her own looks and behavior scare her, and the last thing she has the patience for is discussion about her strange winged canid appearance.]

[But as experienced as she is with starving, she must eat something, and meat sounds so much more delicious than usual. So she's braved going outside for the hunt. And now, a goose in one hand, she's trying to hurry back to the necessities as quickly as possible.]

[[OOC: Sorry that this is kind of last-minute! I've been swamped elsewhere.]]

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[Normally, she would be very pleased to share dinner. But not this time, when she feels mad and tired and so very hungry. PM bares her teeth.]

My dinner, you mean. I'm sure you can easily find one of your own.

[She takes a step forward, flexing her claws.] This is my territory you're invading. I'll take that as payment and allow you to leave in one piece.

[She was lonely, and yet afraid of anyone who might be out there. It was frustrating how those feelings conflicted and only agitated her more.]

[PM gestures with her arm stump toward the surrounding area.] Your territory? I didn't smell you on it.

Let me go, and I won't hurt you. [It's an earnest offer, and she really is afraid of hurting someone. With this feral aspect heating up her natural temper, even just trying to be polite feels like an unbearable denial. She would rather just leave and not cause any trouble, unless she absolutely had to.]

[She begins to circle around her. Whoever, and whatever she was, Hiling isn't going to let her get away. Any sudden movements and she will attack.]

It doesn't look like you're in any shape to be making threats.

Don't be foolish.

[PM isn't at all cowed by this, despite feeling horrible that she's been spotted. She beats her wings a few times--not to take flight, because that would just end in embarrassment, but to attempt to break out of the circle and give herself a moment to shift the goose to her mouth and pull out her sword.]

[As for weapons, Hiling had a gun back in the house, but it was made for human-shaped hands and she was unable to use it in her current form. She digs into the ground with her two frontal toes and narrows her eyes. Taking the drawing of the sword as an act of hostility, she lunges forward, claws bared. Those wings need to go.]

[Under normal circumstances, PM is very fast. Were this a true prototyping and not a mockery, she would be even faster. It would be better to run, or at least try to fly, but she needs to get some distance between them first.]

[The wings throw her off-balance. When she swings to both dodge and try to take Hiling's head, she will easily miss and try to overcompensate her stance.]

[Hand-to-hand combat really isn't something Hiling has any experience in, other than some knowledge of self-defense. She soon finds that it is different from piloting and intends to use every possible advantage she can. While PM regains her balance, Hiling moves into her blind spot to take a swipe at her.]

[The swipe is successful, but it only scratches her carapace, rather than drawing blood. PM flaps backwards a few times, doing her best to keep Hiling in view of her good eye.]

[She growls around the goose's neck. There is a big part of her that doesn't really want to fight, but that beastial instinct is screaming "mine!" It is hard not to listen to it.]

[Hiling does enjoy fighting, as long as things are going her way, and her transformation only seems to encourage it. She can feel her claws scratching a hard surface, similar to her own carapace, and that gives her a better idea of what she's up against. Trying to get as close as she can while avoiding the sword, she reaches out to grapple her.]

[The sword is designed to cut carapace, making it just as dangerous to Hiling as it would under normal circumstances with skin. PM dodges and begins tracking her with the sword.]

[Having only one arm is so inconvenient.]

Tch! [It frustrates her that PM is able to escape her grasp, but she isn't about to give up. She leaps back, out of range, ready to charge again.] That's a neat toy you've got there. I think I'll have that too.

[PM's hackles go up, and she growls. But she knows she can't fight like this--her body feels too wrong, and she can't move with her normal speed or grace. PM jerks her head and flings the goose at Hiling, hoping to hit her in the face with the heavy bird. Or at least to distract her long enough to make an escape.]

[Hiling catches the goose and is thrown back a step or two by the force of it. But she immediately drops it when she realizes PM is making a break for it. She can't let her get away. Leaving it behind, she gives chase, making a grab for her legs].

[PM falls hard, but she recovers quickly enough to curl up and beat at Hiling with her wings. She may not know how to use them well, but getting hit with one can't feel particularly comfortable. Not considering the muscle required to keep her airborne for any length of time.]

[She tucks her head down between her shoulders and braces herself as she is beaten with those wings. Loudly whining and carrying on, she refuses to let go.] You can't go!

And you can't- [PM pauses, but she does keep her wing extended to try and pin Hiling.]

What? "You can't go"?

[She doesn't answer, the only sounds coming from her being soft whimpers as she catches her breath. Her grip remains tight, clinging to PM's legs. She'd have a hard time getting out from under her wing anyway.]

[Those weren't noises she intended to hear, and she's sure she hasn't wounded the girl enough for her to be weeping in pain. PM shifts and rests her hand upon the hilt of the Regisword as she tentatively pulls her wing back.]

... Are you... alright?

[Lifting her head, she narrows her eyes at PM. She wasn't supposed to hear. How is she supposed to be intimidating like this? She snaps back in frustration.]

No! I'm not alright! I can't stand it anymore! [It had mostly been her own choice to avoid the other residents, reluctant to trust anyone here, but it was wearing on her. She's never been alone before.] I'm keeping you here even if I have to chain you up!

You could... just ask for me to stay with you for a while. [She considers trying to detach Hiling, but decides to wait and see what the girl does on her own.]

My name is PM.

[She hadn't even considered asking. Why couldn't she just take what she wanted? But if she would stay willingly, that would mean less effort on her part. She is still for a few moments while she considers.]

...really?

Really. [It was easier to stay alone at a time like this, but...]

What is your name?

Oh. [Even if she had known, her stubborn pride might have prevented her from asking anyway. But PM is offering, so all she needs to do is accept. It's what she wants, but she doesn't really know how to respond. Finally, she loosens her grip and answers.]

I'm Hiling Care.

What a lovely name. [PM slowly pulls herself up into a sitting position. Even though she's really trying to be friendly, she's still wary.]

Have you been hiding from everyone, like I have?

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